So my favorite season is finally here! Pleasant temperatures, cool breeze with the scent of falling leaves, spectacular countryside with amazing colours, everything is slowly falling asleep and getting ready for another tough winter. This is the time I find most inspiring.
I wish I could spend it somewhere seated within the peacefulness of the colorful mountains. The everyday haste of people’s perpetual hunt for that special, shining career has made me sick. It seems so meaningless to me and the saddest thing is that I’m just as much a part of it as everyone else. Sometimes I think I am a coward but I am not able to do anything about it. It’s a constant struggle within me. But I’m not ready to give up just yet. Just keep one foot in front of the other.
Last month I was fortunate to grab some time and regroup. I was thinking about recording some new music but was having difficultly finding where to begin. Then it hit me. It was my hometown that had lost its sparkle. I was stifled there with no room to breathe. It was then that I knew what I had to do. I needed to go back to only place I had ever really felt content. The place where I wrote most of my recent songs. The place where I knew I could start fresh.
So here I am, living once more in the West. I don’t expect things to be easy now. On the contrary, it‘s going to be a very tough period of my life. No pain, no gain, I say! It will still be a part of that sick hunt for „better tomorrows“ but maybe this will show me the path I need to take next? What’s next for my life? We’ll see.
